Come along every goodie
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Come and hear what I have to say
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Come and listen and I will tell you
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What is the talk of the town today
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and every corner that you may walk
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You see a group of people balk
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They're not skylarkin' they're talkin'
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'bout what's happening here in Jamaica
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Can't get no work off hustling
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and man, when you take a stock
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Can't cook no rice and dumpling
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and will soon end up in a shack
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Can't pay no rent, 'cause you don't have a cent
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No government account, it's already spent
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So you end up borrowing, begging or stealing, here in Jamaica
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Some a dem long, long treat bad
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and they don't care a thing about that
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desperation is getting so bad
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you either bite the bullet or get flat
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and if a-you should die before his day
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Who are responsible don't want to pay
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I am not jokin', I'm talkin' 'bout what's happening here
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in Jamaica
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--Whoa Yea--
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Why don't you take us onward to Africa
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Where we can sit and eat and chat
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for it is no use dying in Jamaica
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'cause we can't afford a burial spot
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Remember Marcus Garvey predicted that day
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when all black people shall be going away
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to the land of our forefathers, and our mothers
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right here in Ethiopia
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Oh what a glorious morning
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when we shall leap out of Babylon
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There shall be singin', dancin' and rejoicing
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with the dawn of the rising sun
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And all the Africans, home and abroad
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Just like the Israelites we shall be glad
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To leave our worries, trials and crosses, here in Jamaica
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so, come along every goodie
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Come and hear what I have to say
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Come and listen and I will tell you
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What is the talk of the town today
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and to every corner that you may walk
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You see a group of people balk
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They're not skylarkin' they're talkin'
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'bout what's happening here in Jamaica
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I am not jokin' , I'm talkin' 'bout what's happening here in Jamaica
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They're not skylarkin' they're talkin' 'bout what's happening here in Jamaica
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Here In Jamaica
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Bunny Wailer |